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Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

Jack Hawthorne

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Jack Hawthorne

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Character Summary

Name: Jack Hawthorne
Alias Shadowbringer, Wanderer from Beyond, The Man of a Million Doors, The Stranger in the Moonlight
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 36
Birthday: November 13th,1990
Birth Place: United States, Earth
Source: A place between tangible worlds known as the Everdark. Some call it the void, but it is an infinite expanse of winding, occluded reality that behaves differently from ours. Despite being a source of fathomless dark energy, and the fact that one can easily get lost in it, the Everdark is not an inherently evil place. It lives and breathes like a sentient creature, and chooses what it reveals to its inhabitants. The Everdark connects to all manners of existence like the trunk of a tree. If you find yourself lost here, there is always a way home. Few people have heard of it, though, and fewer have been there. Jack is one such person, and as a result, the energy of the Everdark flows through him as if he was still there.
Domain: Umbramancy

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Appearance

Height: 5’9”
Weight:
Build: 173 lbs
Eyes: Dark purple
Hair: Black, and an absolute mess 24/7
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Jack is covered in a bunch of old scars here and there, too many to list in short order. One that stands out is a large burn scar across his entire left shoulder
Personal Style:Everything Jack wears looks like a lazy attempt to fit into a dark academia setting: Long wool coats that flow like water, worn baggy pants, the occasional trench coat and dill colors. His style is so low maintenance that it often masks his presence as a competent wizard, and just makes him seem like he’s a nobody. The only exception is a pair of knee-length boots that he always wears no matter where he goes.

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Psychology

Gentle * Vindictive * Caring * Obsessive * Patient * Stubborn

Always the ominous one in the room, Jack evokes an air of mystery and gloomy serenity wherever he goes. He is perpetually unthreatened or unbothered by the unknown, and always welcomes something new to change his day. Jack prefers to listen and observe more than speak and act, often letting things unravel naturally rather than getting involved and stopping something before it gets too serious. Going with the flow the way Jack does, he tends to find himself in peril a lot, but even when his life is on the line, he’s levelheaded. Despite his easygoing nature, something that always springs Jack towards action is his curiosity. He has an astoundingly inquisitive mind that always pushes him to learn the things that human beings simply were not meant to learn. The weight of unfathomable knowledge is that of an anchor to some, but only a grain of sand to Jack. He plunges into the unknown, no matter how horrible the horrors lurking there may be, because it brings him comfort to set foot in places that others shudder at. The old saying that knowledge is power fills him with serenity and purpose. It is for this reason that Jack cares nothing for legacy. Even if there is never another living soul in all of the great sea of entropic existence who would carry on with his exploration, he would rest with the knowledge he gained from them, and that would be enough.

The flipside of his attitude towards the world is that Jack tends to foster reckless tendencies. If he can discover some hidden secrets by cracking open moldy ruins, he’ll figure it out before he catches a disease for which there is no cure. If someone is hunting him down, he doesn’t devise a plan to stop them. Jack just responds by not forcing anything and doesn’t let fear control him. It hasn’t gotten the better of him yet, but there is a first time for everything. Everything falls into place as it does, and one can either be patient or swim against the current. When interacting with other people, Jack is typically either quite friendly or pointlessly bitter, depending on how others act around him. When someone is nice enough to warrant being friends, he’ll willingly burn down all of reality just to keep his loved ones safe. But anyone who gets on his bad side will never hear the end of it. Even when his pride is wounded, there are few times when Jack doesn't let a rude comment slide. Most people simply aren't close enough to him or know him well enough for their opinions to matter.

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: He often doesn’t realize it, but Jack prides himself greatly on his magic ability. He accepts a challenge easily. To a similar end, he’ll run himself ragged before he slows down and admits he needs help. Whether out of some need to not show weakness, a fear of burdening others, or both. In the past, this has led to Jack sacrificing his own physical well-being for something he desired.
Inner Demon: Thirst for knowledge
Habits: Absentmindedly floating inches above the ground, and talking in long-winded sentences.
Hobbies: Exploring new places, reading books, and learning about magic.
Fears:

• Stagnation
• The consequences of his actions
• Drowning

Likes: At least 6

• Coffee
• Cold weather
• Studying magic
• Dark places
• Calm music
• Mysteries

Dislikes: At least 6

• Spicy food
• Warm weather
• Religious leaders
• Intense light
• Loud noises
• Sand

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Cards On The Table

Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Supernatural Lore
• Magical Expertise
• Agility
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• Investigation
• Survival
• Extra-planar Navigation
• Card Games

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

• Missing a physical left arm, replaced with a magic one. Still feels pain in his shoulder.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

• A handwritten book full of magic knowledge recorded over the years
• A half-empty bottle of wine and a now-broken wine glass
• An enchanted pocket watch that never stops ticking, set to California’s time zone.

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History

The Maiden - a Horror Past: Jack has met many people along his travels through existence. Once such person was a magician who called himself Reza. He was the sun of Jack's moon, and from childhood they were close friends. He even followed Jack into the Everdark, where they leapt across the universe to its outer rim together. The Everdark did not respond well to Reza's presence. Gradually, his soul was poisoned due to the fact that he came uninvited. Day after day, it would change him, turning him into something less like himself while Jack was unharmed. He was welcome in this world, and Reza was not.

Jack hadn't developed a strong enough understanding to summon a way out of the Everdark yet, meaning the nearest portal was thousands of miles away, and so Reza's struggle wasn't enough in the end. He became something monstrous, unable to recognize Jack. He was a feral animal with a corrupted mind, and there was nothing to do but put him out of his misery. Jack laid him to rest in that place, in a region they both named the Moonstone Valley. Jack wasn't ever the same after the day he watched the light fade from his friend's eyes. It made him feel distant about the idea of attachments. Nothing fills that void like Reza did.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: There is nothing left in the world for Jack. He tells himself and others that there is nothing he wants in life, that he doesn’t have dreams or aspirations. Because all things will pass in time, to chase the things is to fill a void that one is doomed to become in the end. Jack has been to countless worlds, made friends with beings from worlds with names no human can pronounce, and every time he has done this, he has moved on.

The truth he hasn’t come to terms with in his entire life is that Jack longs for a place that can give him what nigh boundless knowledge of the universe cannot: A place to exist in peace. In every corner of reality, there was something that called him there, but nothing to keep Jack from leaving. He doesn’t know how to settle down and stay in one place, as lonely as it is to not.

The Crone - a Grim Future: The troubled child who fell out of the known universe and into a living, breathing darkness is long gone. In his place is a man who finds eternal majesty in the structure of existence. Every new direction yields a place forgotten by time, newly formed, abandoned by millennia-old civilizations, or perhaps untouched by life entirely. A lonely voyage into places unknown is quiet, but to Jack, it is fulfilling. This is for the better, because Jack would be a very different person if it wasn’t.

In a world where there was no serenity to be felt in watching the birth of entire universes, or wisdom to be found in being the only living thing to set foot in a city for billions of eons, then there would be nothing to put Jack’s mind at ease. Solitude has a way of twisting the mind, and without that wonder to be filled with, he would feel nothing but contempt for everyone in existence who had what he didn’t: Companionship, belonging, and inner stillness. If he can’t have those things, then why should they? Jack’s grim future is one where no one is safe from his presence, or the hate he never found a way to reconcile with. Worlds would speak his name in conversations of extinctions and the end times. The troubled child would follow him everywhere, and he would never to come to terms with the fact that some people are happier than him, because they would not survive.

The Lore: Min. 2 paragraphs describing your character's life up to that fateful Hallow's Eve. Consider how they acquired their magic, how they got to where they are, and why they would rank as someone with potentially cosmic importance in the mystic arts.

Once upon a time, Jack Hawthorne was just a kid. He lived in a dead-end town where everyone knew each other. The kind of place anyone even slightly different is ganged up on. He didn’t fit in. Despite this, he always took things in stride, like water against a window. This all changed when he was walking home one day, during a particularly gloomy evening. The evening sun was obscured by heavy clouds, and the ground was darker than it realistically should have been. Before he knew it, he fell into a shadow. And then he went through it. He watched the world fall away around him, and he landed in a lake of black, oily water that felt like ink between his fingers.

The sky didn’t exist, it was like looking at a color that one could only picture in their mind but not visually perceive. The land he found himself in felt alive, the horizon swelled and groaned like metal under stress, and flowed through him as though he were a part of it. There was no light, and yet he found himself able to blindly understand where things were. But Jack didn’t know where he was just yet. He ventured out to figure out where he was, and found figments of earth cities nearby. Places that looked familiar, but were also foreign to him.

With a wave of his hand, Jack distorted the ground he walked on. With another, the fabric of this dark reality would bend around him. This place was just as much an extension of him as he was of it. It rubbed off on him, and he felt… Different. More aware of himself. More capable, and blessed with magic. He couldn’t find the way back home, but with time, his curiosity would no doubt reveal away.

Only it revealed more than one way out. It revealed millions. Within days spent trapped in what he came to call the Everdark, Jack learned to bend the shadows around him into something tangle. In a week, he learned to fly and fold three-dimensional space like paper, and punch holes through it to facilitate travel. This world was ominous, but there was beauty and majesty hidden behind the somber veneer he was first introduced to. Other worlds bled into it like water from clouds. Eventually, Jack took to stepping into these traces of foreign lands, and he found himself in their native realities.

By the time he had officially spent his first year in the Everdark, Jack had filled three separate journals with knowledge he had acquired from studying this place, the magical abilities it had afforded him, and the places he could go if he used the Everdark like a nexus. Others tried to follow the amateur wizard into what they thought was just a pocket dimension, only to have an entire plane of reality weaponized against them. This power changed the trajectory of Jack’s life for the better. He was no longer the kid without a place in the world, because the entire world itself was his home now.

Jack spent the next 20 years traveling different realities. He studied magic in every corner of the World Tree, stood upon the remains of dead gods the size of continents and drew from them wisdom of a thousand lifetimes. He sailed through the void of empty space and watched the birth of the first stars to ever grace those stretches of the cosmos. In an endless yearning to see more of the world, Jack has made countless allies and just as many enemies in the world. He is no legend by any means, but his name is spoken in circles where humanity has never set foot.

What sets Jack apart from most “master” wizards is the place he draws power from. In all of human history, only a few hundred people have ever set foot in the Everdark. It is a living, breathing universe all its own, and it is known to those lucky few as the shadow that the universe casts. Those that can find a way in find themselves inside by accident most often, but the rest are rejected by it. They are twisted and corrupted, and will eventually lose themselves in the darkness that others thrive in. As one of the so-called Shadowtouched, as Jack describes, he wields magical power even a Sorcerer Supreme cannot access.

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Extras

Character Quote: “When we think of the unknown, we imagine horror lurking in the shadows, and fear that which we cannot understand. But there is safety in the mystery, in the prospect of walking with the unspeakable things of this world. For once you step into that darkness, all that is known will not dare to harm you.”
Song: ”No solace at all. We once heard the lasting call, but now we praise the Void."
Anything Else: Scarlet Witch... Because she's hot lmao
Immortal Flaming Hippie Wizard Tree
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Grimoire

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The Grimoire

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Jack Hawthorne

Master Umbramancer

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Shadow Scythe

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Jack creates a scythe out of weightless darkness, which he then uses for close-quarters combat. The blade is sharp and sturdy enough to cut through solid metal with ease, but light-based things such as a hard light forcefield would be completely untouchable.

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Ward of Darkness

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates a solid barrier out of dark energy, wide enough to provide complete cover. It is strong enough to withstand multiple gunshots, but requires concentration and can be broken much more easily by magic that produces intense energy, such as intense light, fire or lightning.

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Shadow Arm

• Type: Umbramancy
• Jack's left arm is made entirely of magic energy from the Everdark. As such, it can be reshaped into certain objects, such as a key to fit a lock or made thin enough to grab something in a hard-to-reach place. The arm can stretch outwards past normal arms-reach, up to 10 feet. Intense light can cause his arm to flicker or even vanish for a short time. Requires one full minute to reform in these cases.

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Weightless Body

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Using the dark energy that courses through his body, Jack is able to float off of the ground, and loosely propel himself in any direction or slow his fall downwards. Requires concentration to perform. A strong shove by another person could send him flying in another direction. Levitation done through this is not powerful enough to propel someone through a body of water, or while they're carrying another person.

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Darkvision

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Grants perfect vision in all forms of darkness, including natural and magically induced, as clearly as they could under normal circumstances. Darkvision can be extended to 2 other people with concentration.

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Twilight Doorway

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: By using the dark world adjacent to all other worlds as a medium, this spell can create a pair of shadowy portals between any two known locations. The time required to form the portals depends on the conditions of the origin point: Two full minutes under normal conditions, and only one in low light. The portals will close after 15 seconds unless held open by concentrating.

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Gloomhaven

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates sphere of magic darkness at a specified point within line of sight, with a diameter of 60 feet. Anyone caught inside, other than the caster, is rendered blind unless they use an extrasensory spell or move outside the spell's range. The darkness persists for 60 seconds, and can be dispelled sooner by light-based magic.

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Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa, The Seagull
Interactions: Arlen, Amisra
Mentions: Ismael
Equipment: Sword, ring, and some amas.

"Good," He nodded approvingly. The Captain trusted them both with this. "We can worry about him when the day comes that we have a reason to. Until then, assume we're being watched the entire day. Sooner or later he'll figure it out, that's a given. But our job's to postpone that until we can't anymore. In the meantime, they'll be learning as much as they can so they aren't helpless when that day does come, you understand? Ismael and his kind're the chosen ones. They're the future of the world and we're what's stopping them from getting killed before they know which way's up."

Come to think of it, Ismael and Tanithil had been gone for a while now. "Right- Let's find them. I trust Tanithil, but Solaris knows he can't keep out of trouble forever." The Captain stood up and strode out, expecting them to follow. The crew had been together for years by now, long enough that they remembered actually losing the war. Many of them were a part of it just like Drosis, so they all knew each other like a big, tough family. That family, however, was one that Drosis kept in line through sheer will and his ability to steer the ship- Something no one else aboard the Saltrunner had the privilege of doing, not even a helmsman.

He walked down the roads of Vanarosa, scanning the area and taking every detail in without the slightest trace of concern on his face. Everything was a piece on a board, a body on a ship. They all had to be considered. Especially now, when any one of these dock workers, guards or "citizens" could be a spy or perhaps a member of a human kill squad. Even professionals didn't let themselves be too confident to do their due diligence. It came naturally with being a pirate who raided ships for a living.

"Now just where have they gone and ran off to?"

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

Jack Hawthorne

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Jack Hawthorne

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Character Summary

Name: Jack Hawthorne
Alias Shadowbringer, Wanderer from Beyond, The Man of a Million Doors, The Stranger in the Moonlight
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 36
Birthday: November 13th,1990
Birth Place: United States, Earth
Source: A place between tangible worlds known as the Everdark. Some call it the void, but it is an infinite expanse of winding, occluded reality that behaves differently from ours. Despite being a source of fathomless dark energy, and the fact that one can easily get lost in it, the Everdark is not an inherently evil place. It lives and breathes like a sentient creature, and chooses what it reveals to its inhabitants. The Everdark connects to all manners of existence like the trunk of a tree. If you find yourself lost here, there is always a way home. Few people have heard of it, though, and fewer have been there. Jack is one such person, and as a result, the energy of the Everdark flows through him as if he was still there.
Domain: Umbramancy

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Appearance

Height: 5’9”
Weight:
Build: 173 lbs
Eyes: Dark purple
Hair: Black, and an absolute mess 24/7
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Jack is covered in a bunch of old scars here and there, too many to list in short order. One that stands out is a large burn scar across his entire left shoulder
Personal Style:Everything Jack wears looks like a lazy attempt to fit into a dark academia setting: Long wool coats that flow like water, worn baggy pants, the occasional trench coat and dill colors. His style is so low maintenance that it often masks his presence as a competent wizard, and just makes him seem like he’s a nobody. The only exception is a pair of knee-length boots that he always wears no matter where he goes.

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Psychology

Gentle * Vindictive * Caring * Obsessive * Patient * Stubborn

Always the ominous one in the room, Jack evokes an air of mystery and gloomy serenity wherever he goes. He is perpetually unthreatened or unbothered by the unknown, and always welcomes something new to change his day. Jack prefers to listen and observe more than speak and act, often letting things unravel naturally rather than getting involved and stopping something before it gets too serious. Going with the flow the way Jack does, he tends to find himself in peril a lot, but even when his life is on the line, he’s levelheaded. Despite his easygoing nature, something that always springs Jack towards action is his curiosity. He has an astoundingly inquisitive mind that always pushes him to learn the things that human beings simply were not meant to learn. The weight of unfathomable knowledge is that of an anchor to some, but only a grain of sand to Jack. He plunges into the unknown, no matter how horrible the horrors lurking there may be, because it brings him comfort to set foot in places that others shudder at. The old saying that knowledge is power fills him with serenity and purpose. It is for this reason that Jack cares nothing for legacy. Even if there is never another living soul in all of the great sea of entropic existence who would carry on with his exploration, he would rest with the knowledge he gained from them, and that would be enough.

The flipside of his attitude towards the world is that Jack tends to foster reckless tendencies. If he can discover some hidden secrets by cracking open moldy ruins, he’ll figure it out before he catches a disease for which there is no cure. If someone is hunting him down, he doesn’t devise a plan to stop them. Jack just responds by not forcing anything and doesn’t let fear control him. It hasn’t gotten the better of him yet, but there is a first time for everything. Everything falls into place as it does, and one can either be patient or swim against the current. When interacting with other people, Jack is typically either quite friendly or pointlessly bitter, depending on how others act around him. When someone is nice enough to warrant being friends, he’ll willingly burn down all of reality just to keep his loved ones safe. But anyone who gets on his bad side will never hear the end of it. Even when his pride is wounded, there are few times when Jack doesn't let a rude comment slide. Most people simply aren't close enough to him or know him well enough for their opinions to matter.

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: He often doesn’t realize it, but Jack prides himself greatly on his magic ability. He accepts a challenge easily. To a similar end, he’ll run himself ragged before he slows down and admits he needs help. Whether out of some need to not show weakness, a fear of burdening others, or both. In the past, this has led to Jack sacrificing his own physical well-being for something he desired.
Inner Demon: Thirst for knowledge
Habits: Absentmindedly floating inches above the ground, and talking in long-winded sentences.
Hobbies: Exploring new places, reading books, and learning about magic.
Fears:

• Stagnation
• The consequences of his actions
• Drowning

Likes: At least 6

• Coffee
• Cold weather
• Studying magic
• Dark places
• Calm music
• Mysteries

Dislikes: At least 6

• Spicy food
• Warm weather
• Religious leaders
• Intense light
• Loud noises
• Sand

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Cards On The Table

Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Supernatural Lore
• Magical Expertise
• Agility
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• Investigation
• Survival
• Extra-planar Navigation
• Card Games

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

• Missing a physical left arm, replaced with a magic one. Still feels pain in his shoulder.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

• A handwritten book full of magic knowledge recorded over the years
• A half-empty bottle of wine and a now-broken wine glass
• An enchanted pocket watch that never stops ticking, set to California’s time zone.

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History

The Maiden - a Horror Past: Jack has met many people along his travels through existence. Once such person was a magician who called himself Reza. He was the sun of Jack's moon, and from childhood they were close friends. He even followed Jack into the Everdark, where they leapt across the universe to its outer rim together. The Everdark did not respond well to Reza's presence. Gradually, his soul was poisoned due to the fact that he came uninvited. Day after day, it would change him, turning him into something less like himself while Jack was unharmed. He was welcome in this world, and Reza was not.

Jack hadn't developed a strong enough understanding to summon a way out of the Everdark yet, meaning the nearest portal was thousands of miles away, and so Reza's struggle wasn't enough in the end. He became something monstrous, unable to recognize Jack. He was a feral animal with a corrupted mind, and there was nothing to do but put him out of his misery. Jack laid him to rest in that place, in a region they both named the Moonstone Valley. Jack wasn't ever the same after the day he watched the light fade from his friend's eyes. It made him feel distant about the idea of attachments. Nothing fills that void like Reza did.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: There is nothing left in the world for Jack. He tells himself and others that there is nothing he wants in life, that he doesn’t have dreams or aspirations. Because all things will pass in time, to chase the things is to fill a void that one is doomed to become in the end. Jack has been to countless worlds, made friends with beings from worlds with names no human can pronounce, and every time he has done this, he has moved on.

The truth he hasn’t come to terms with in his entire life is that Jack longs for a place that can give him what nigh boundless knowledge of the universe cannot: A place to exist in peace. In every corner of reality, there was something that called him there, but nothing to keep Jack from leaving. He doesn’t know how to settle down and stay in one place, as lonely as it is to not.

The Crone - a Grim Future: The troubled child who fell out of the known universe and into a living, breathing darkness is long gone. In his place is a man who finds eternal majesty in the structure of existence. Every new direction yields a place forgotten by time, newly formed, abandoned by millennia-old civilizations, or perhaps untouched by life entirely. A lonely voyage into places unknown is quiet, but to Jack, it is fulfilling. This is for the better, because Jack would be a very different person if it wasn’t.

In a world where there was no serenity to be felt in watching the birth of entire universes, or wisdom to be found in being the only living thing to set foot in a city for billions of eons, then there would be nothing to put Jack’s mind at ease. Solitude has a way of twisting the mind, and without that wonder to be filled with, he would feel nothing but contempt for everyone in existence who had what he didn’t: Companionship, belonging, and inner stillness. If he can’t have those things, then why should they? Jack’s grim future is one where no one is safe from his presence, or the hate he never found a way to reconcile with. Worlds would speak his name in conversations of extinctions and the end times. The troubled child would follow him everywhere, and he would never to come to terms with the fact that some people are happier than him, because they would not survive.

The Lore: Min. 2 paragraphs describing your character's life up to that fateful Hallow's Eve. Consider how they acquired their magic, how they got to where they are, and why they would rank as someone with potentially cosmic importance in the mystic arts.

Once upon a time, Jack Hawthorne was just a kid. He lived in a dead-end town where everyone knew each other. The kind of place anyone even slightly different is ganged up on. He didn’t fit in. Despite this, he always took things in stride, like water against a window. This all changed when he was walking home one day, during a particularly gloomy evening. The evening sun was obscured by heavy clouds, and the ground was darker than it realistically should have been. Before he knew it, he fell into a shadow. And then he went through it. He watched the world fall away around him, and he landed in a lake of black, oily water that felt like ink between his fingers.

The sky didn’t exist, it was like looking at a color that one could only picture in their mind but not visually perceive. The land he found himself in felt alive, the horizon swelled and groaned like metal under stress, and flowed through him as though he were a part of it. There was no light, and yet he found himself able to blindly understand where things were. But Jack didn’t know where he was just yet. He ventured out to figure out where he was, and found figments of earth cities nearby. Places that looked familiar, but were also foreign to him.

With a wave of his hand, Jack distorted the ground he walked on. With another, the fabric of this dark reality would bend around him. This place was just as much an extension of him as he was of it. It rubbed off on him, and he felt… Different. More aware of himself. More capable, and blessed with magic. He couldn’t find the way back home, but with time, his curiosity would no doubt reveal away.

Only it revealed more than one way out. It revealed millions. Within days spent trapped in what he came to call the Everdark, Jack learned to bend the shadows around him into something tangle. In a week, he learned to fly and fold three-dimensional space like paper, and punch holes through it to facilitate travel. This world was ominous, but there was beauty and majesty hidden behind the somber veneer he was first introduced to. Other worlds bled into it like water from clouds. Eventually, Jack took to stepping into these traces of foreign lands, and he found himself in their native realities.

By the time he had officially spent his first year in the Everdark, Jack had filled three separate journals with knowledge he had acquired from studying this place, the magical abilities it had afforded him, and the places he could go if he used the Everdark like a nexus. Others tried to follow the amateur wizard into what they thought was just a pocket dimension, only to have an entire plane of reality weaponized against them. This power changed the trajectory of Jack’s life for the better. He was no longer the kid without a place in the world, because the entire world itself was his home now.

Jack spent the next 20 years traveling different realities. He studied magic in every corner of the World Tree, stood upon the remains of dead gods the size of continents and drew from them wisdom of a thousand lifetimes. He sailed through the void of empty space and watched the birth of the first stars to ever grace those stretches of the cosmos. In an endless yearning to see more of the world, Jack has made countless allies and just as many enemies in the world. He is no legend by any means, but his name is spoken in circles where humanity has never set foot.

What sets Jack apart from most “master” wizards is the place he draws power from. In all of human history, only a few hundred people have ever set foot in the Everdark. It is a living, breathing universe all its own, and it is known to those lucky few as the shadow that the universe casts. Those that can find a way in find themselves inside by accident most often, but the rest are rejected by it. They are twisted and corrupted, and will eventually lose themselves in the darkness that others thrive in. As one of the so-called Shadowtouched, as Jack describes, he wields magical power even a Sorcerer Supreme cannot access.

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Extras

Character Quote: “When we think of the unknown, we imagine horror lurking in the shadows, and fear that which we cannot understand. But there is safety in the mystery, in the prospect of walking with the unspeakable things of this world. For once you step into that darkness, all that is known will not dare to harm you.”
Song: ”No solace at all. We once heard the lasting call, but now we praise the Void."
Anything Else: Scarlet Witch... Because she's hot lmao
Immortal Flaming Hippie Wizard Tree
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Grimoire

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The Grimoire

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Jack Hawthorne

Master Umbramancer

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Shadow Scythe

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Jack creates a scythe out of weightless darkness, which he then uses for close-quarters combat. The blade is sharp and sturdy enough to cut through solid metal with ease, but light-based things such as a hard light forcefield would be completely untouchable.

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Ward of Darkness

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates a solid barrier out of dark energy, wide enough to provide complete cover. It is strong enough to withstand multiple gunshots, but requires concentration and can be broken much more easily by magic that produces intense energy, such as intense light, fire or lightning.

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Shadow Arm

• Type: Umbramancy
• Jack's left arm is made entirely of magic energy from the Everdark. As such, it can be reshaped into certain objects, such as a key to fit a lock or made thin enough to grab something in a hard-to-reach place. The arm can stretch outwards past normal arms-reach, up to 10 feet. Intense light can cause his arm to flicker or even vanish for a short time. Requires one full minute to reform in these cases.

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Weightless Body

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Using the dark energy that courses through his body, Jack is able to float off of the ground, and loosely propel himself in any direction or slow his fall downwards. Requires concentration to perform. A strong shove by another person could send him flying in another direction. Levitation done through this is not powerful enough to propel someone through a body of water, or while they're carrying another person.

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Darkvision

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Grants perfect vision in all forms of darkness, including natural and magically induced, as clearly as they could under normal circumstances. Darkvision can be extended to 2 other people with concentration.

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Twilight Doorway

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: By using the dark world adjacent to all other worlds as a medium, this spell can create a pair of shadowy portals between any two known locations. The time required to form the portals depends on the conditions of the origin point: Two full minutes under normal conditions, and only one in low light. The portals will close after 15 seconds unless held open by concentrating.

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Gloomhaven

• Type: Umbramancy
• Description: Creates sphere of magic darkness at a specified point within line of sight, with a diameter of 60 feet. Anyone caught inside, other than the caster, is rendered blind unless they use an extrasensory spell or move outside the spell's range. The darkness persists for 60 seconds, and can be dispelled sooner by light-based magic.

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The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

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This situation was degrading by the minute. While Nellara and Silbermine traded insults like school children, some of Silbermine’s soldiers were passing out food. Shirik hadn’t consumed actual food in a thousand years, but they imagined it tasted more saline than the bottom of an ocean. Silbermine only made his intentions plainer with each fumble. First he wanted the “temple” for himself, then he wanted the humans to serve as his champions in the Running. Luckily, they didn’t seem too interested in it. Shirik always found the Running to be comical at best and pointless at worst. They never cared for the posturing of countries, nor divine right of lords.

But as they spoke of war, it ruffled Shirik’s feathers. Silbermine wouldn’t have known war if it speared him through both stomachs. The Castigator seemed to at least grasp the sheer waste that war brought on, but Silbermine practically gloated. There were many things Shirik could’ve said in that moment, but things were tense enough as it is, and an old Iriad’s wisdom could only do so much to dissuade violence. Being as unique an individual as they were, the concept of borders was as empty to Shirik as nobility was the an Archmagister.

The talk of the Running seemed to turn to Shirik of all people, as Silbermine had the nerve to propose they be his champion. That was the last straw. Shirik turned to Silbermine and visibly bristled. Puffs of black smoke sputtered out from under their cloak. They were not amused.

”That fetid excuse for pageantry you cling to is far beneath me. I have seen famished peasants conduct themselves with more dignity than your so-called champions. They hissed, with no disregard for how impactful on Silbermine’s pride their words may or may not have been when surrounded by this many people.

This was the most displeasure they had spoken with since the humans first crash landed, since they gave Nellara a piece of their mind upon first contact, and when they anecdotally spoke of their past life as a soldier with Gar’Tan’s aid. Shirik was pissed now.

”Watch your tongue when you address me, boy. If I hear you speak of me as “ilk” again, then I will be teaching our human guests how Glen meat is cooked.”

It just so happened that the leader of these human guests had stepped out and made her own demands. Good, they thought. There needed to be a shift in tone or these people would kill each other. With that verbal assault on Silbermine done with, Shirik backed away and took to sitting against the side of a rock beside everyone. They listened to Zeynap list terms for a bargain. She seemed to know what she was doing.

”I know this land better than most. If any of you should consider hunting an option for food, I can lend myself to you.” They chimes in at the end. Give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day. Teach him to fish and he’ll eat forever. It may have been a millennia since Shirik had to eat, but Iriad experienced the memories of their ancestors. Shirik was incapable of forgetting the basic traditions of the Myriad from ages past, and perhaps these humans could benefit from them.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Leah Jordan

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Location: Dorms - The Gym
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
Today’s Fit

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It was exactly 7:00 AM, on the dot, and Leah's phone broke the quiet, sleepy silence.

No, it did more than break the silence, it shattered it. Time to wake up

Her alarm was always the loudest one she ever knew of, and she hoped Sabine wouldn’t bitch about it… Oh, right. Sabine. She very quickly shut that alarm off before it could actually wake her up... But then realized Sabine wasn't actually here. Leah had a feeling it would be an awkward conversation later, but she had shit to do.

Checking her phone, she didn’t see a reply to that disastrous text she sent yesterday. But it did say it was opened. Leah felt her stomach turn over. What if she just burned one of the three bridges she had around her? What if April was weirded out by it and couldn’t look at Leah the same way now? She said she had something to tell Leah, was it that she was also feeling things for Sabine? Fuck, did she just break April’s fucking heart?

No, no, no, no, no-

She nervously ran her hand through her hair and felt it catch something. A knot. Her hair didn’t normally clump up in knots, but that must’ve been because of the Devil’s Tango from yesterday. It had only been three in the damn evening, and she must’ve blacked out for the whole evening… Jeez. Leah wasn’t exactly sure how she was supposed to get knots out of hair like hers, but she’d worry about it later. It was something to fixate on, and it was a small thing, but it grounded her thoughts. She had things to do today. Today was the day.

The gathered up all of the usual things she brought with her. Instead of an oversized coat, she opted for just a tank top and sweatpants today. Something told her she’d be active a lot today.

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When Leah eventually arrived at the gym, the floor had been swapped out for stone. Not concrete, not cement, or brick. Raw stone, like the bedrock beneath soil. She waited her turn and walked out into the middle of the gym. Leah gave everyone a chance to pay attention, because she wouldn't be doing this a second time. There was no hesitation, or flinching in the face of this. Leah had performed this exact same action a hundred times over during the summer, this would be the hundred and first.

She shifted her weight, and swung her left leg up over her shoulder. In that same motion, Leah brought her foot down in an axe kick to slam the floor. The entire gym reverberated as though a bomb had went off, and suddenly the floor came to life. Several rectangular columns wide as a school bus shot up towards the ceiling with a loud thump as the ceiling came downwards in the same way, forming pillars seamlessly. Leah then clenched her fists and raised them over her head, as if she were lifting a barbell. The ground she stood on split away, raising above the floor by a whole foot in a circular pattern, as square steps jutted downwards. The way she moved the material affected by her powers looked as though she was making it reshape itself on an atomic level, rather than simply move in different directions. There were no seams in the pillars or the platform to imply something was broken to allow their movements, only fluid changes to shape, as though the gym had turned into clay.

If anyone looked closely enough, they could actually see the floor warping and bending like it was mud, even though it was solid as a rock. Leah still wasn't done, though. She spread her arms outward into a cross-like pose, and more pillars began to rise around Leah's platform, only instead of rectangles, there were cylindrical, and at the varying heights of most regular human beings. The final act of her demonstration as a single clap of her hands, loud enough to be confused for a gunshot. Following the clap, sand began to fall from every pillar in the gym, and collect into the shape of squares and discs under their respective shapes. In mere seconds, every column stretching to the ceiling was carved into patterns that resembles murals. There were five in total, and each one looked like something straight out of an ancient temple from a thousand years ago. There were humanoid figures wielding weapons in what looked like armies, fighting one another along the three dimensional surfaces.

Meanwhile, the smaller pillars gave way to statues of various heroes. There were 13 of them in a scattered pattern around Leah's platform. Six of them were the original Avengers, the other nine included Storm, Nightcrawler, Vision, Silver Surfer, Colossus, Iron Fist, Iceman, Cyclops and the Phoenix. All of them seemed to be using their powers, or lack of powers, in some way. Leah didn't actually plan that part of the demonstration. In fact, she only had the idea after she walked in, but she had managed to essentially terraform the entire gym, in a very loud way, in less than a full minute.

Leah gave the judges a full two minutes to take it all in, and clapped her hands again. Everything crumbled to sand, and settled into the floor almost like water. There were ripples in the floor that settled into a perfectly smooth, solid flat plane. There was no stray sand or dust... The gym was just as untouched as when she arrived. She walked down the stone steps she made, like she hadn't broken a sweat. The platform she stood on, too, dissolved into the floor, leaving no trace of her terraforming.

"I’ve been waiting all summer to do that."

And then she turned around and walked out of the gym without further elaboration, knowing they’d send their thoughts as paperwork. Now, what the hell was she going to do all day?

Star Wars: Jedi Academy

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The ride from D'Qar to Ilum wasn't a long one, barely lasting a week thanks to hyperspeed. Still, Sildarg couldn't help but feel nervous. Her leg bounced quietly under her Jedi robes as she recalled the last time she was in a ship that moved this fast. Even after this much time living among other Jedi apprentices, far from Korriban and Hadrig's teachings, Sildarg couldn't help but feel antsy about the idea of setting foot in a Jedi temple. Her eyes flicked to one apprentice after the other, trying to determine if they felt nervous this themselves. If they did, no one said it out loud. These people just weirded her out, some of them were former rebels, that one guy over there looked blind but didn't act like it, and no one was outwardly making digs at each other. Sildarg still didn't feel like she could trust them beyond not stabbing her while she was asleep, but every passing day slowly reinforced that it was possible.

They finally touched down, and Sildarg had a feeling this day was about to get inconvenient. It was snowing. She wasn't a fan of snow. Once the door opened, Sildarg felt the frigid wind cut through every layer she had, and she was still the second to step out, eager to get indoors again. Jedi were supposed to be connected to the Force in every way. The Force flowed through all things, it was all things. It was the weave which every soul was connected to, the river of the universe. And yet, right now, Sildarg didn’t feel anything but cold. She impatiently shuffled inward towards the temple, which didn’t feel a lot warmer.

”Great, my arm’s cinching up now” Sildarg said, frustrated at how the cold make her shoulder ache. ”Seriously, whose idea was it to build this place in a frozen wastela-“

The words were taken out of her mouth when Sildarg stepped into the circular chamber where everyone had gathered. It looked ancient, but it felt… Different. The statutes of former masters, the unmoving, unfeeling atmosphere that made every footstep sound like thunder, it all felt peaceful. There was something here, something that could be neither seen nor touched, but could be felt. It was the Force, and it was strong here.

But it felt wrong.

Sildarg was used to a strong feeling of the Force, but not this one. Back on Korriban, the Force was a sinister feeling of dread that crept up the spine and leaned over the shoulder. Here on Ilum, the Force was stasis. It was empty silence, not because there was nothing there, but because the very air recognized the presence of something greater. Sildarg felt anxious in the wake of that presence, as if the statues could see into her heart and kill her on the spot. She felt like an intruder, a heretic on holy ground who failed to blend in.

Vulnerable.

Sildarg paid attention to the quick words of the masters. Master Aerros gave them a break, which was nice. Master Reni was talking to Toryn, and Airus didn’t seek to be bothering her or Mala. Sildarg considered bugging Mala, but she wasn’t confident she could mask the trepidation she felt from being in a place she had a reason to be in. But distractions helped, so she decided to approach her master.

”This place feels different,” she said, addressing Master Mala and keeping her voice down so it wouldn’t echo. ”It’s the Force, right? It’s not like D’Qar. D’Qar felt quieter.”

Titans of Gotham

The Lab Rat who Became a Gym Rat

🎶Man in the Mask🎶

Secret ID: Oscar Nash

Alias: Monolith

Age: 17

Home Location: Gotham

Powers:
Tank with Legs: Oscar's body is made of muscle dozens of times more dense than what any human can naturally achieve, giving him enough strength to outshine a hundred venom-boosted street thugs. With one arm, he could easily lift an object weighing over five tons above his head and throw it far enough to hit something a hundred feet away. Thanks to this, Oscar's body is also highly resistant to extreme force, meaning he could take a punch to the face from Bane himself and walk away with an intact face, or fall from a skyscraper without breaking a single bone.

Weaknesses:
Heaviest Person Alive: Being strong enough to make people think you're the second coming of Superman isn't always as glorious as people think. The big difference between Monolith and someone like Superman is that he can't fly, or even attempt to. Due to his near-impossible muscle density, he weighs more than a semi-truck, which prevents him from flinging himself into the air with a well-executed jump. This also means that any situation requiring someone to swim freely through water is one where Monolith is completely useless. Unless particularly powerful magic is involved, Monolith will sink in open water like a navy battleship's anchor. Fragile ice over a frozen lake would give way the moment he stepped on it, and anyone within a hundred feet of Oscar could feel if he lands on the ground from somewhere high up.

One Trick Metahuman: Despite having near-unmatched endurance, Monolith's power to tank damage works like a shield. It's impact resistant and will stop things that make him bleed to a much greater extent than most people could handle, but all that toughness does nothing to stop him from being poisoned, burned by fire and chemicals, electrocuted or even drugged. A .50 caliber bullet would be stopped dead between his ribs before it hit something vital, but a single whiff of Scarecrow toxin would drop him like a hat.

Equipment:

• Body armor with a medieval theme. Including crenellated shoulders, convex knee guards, insulated boots and a helmet styled after a knight.
• Team communication device

Appearance: As Monolith, Oscar resembles a walking fortress, decked out in highly durable combat armor from head to toe. As just a normal kid, he clocks in at a solid 6'3", with slightly messy hair and a lot of visible scars. He tends to wear practical things like boots and big bomber jackets... Mostly because those are the only things that actually fit.

Personality: Stoic, determined, intelligent, kind, tired.

Brief Bio: Once upon a time, there was something called Project Avalon. It was an initiative to augment the metagenes of certain individuals well beyond their conceived potential. Project Avalon was carried out in secret, far underneath the surface of Gotham in underground labs. There was only one known test subject to survive the original administering of the chemical agent they used. He was given the designation M1. Subject M1 was meant to be an enforcer for an international shadow entity that deal in black market businesses and superhuman politics, who simply invested in Project Avalon out of mutual benefit. For as long as he could remember, he was trained in close-quarters combat and intelligence management, while chemicals were used to constantly boost his physical superpowers beyond their limits.

Eventually, the manager of Project Avalon wanted to do "field tests," so Subject M1 was sent out to criminal dealings to take out their benefactor's competition. Entire gangs of criminals were laid waste to, but innocents occasionally got caught in the crossfire. Sometimes it was just a back-alley gun deal in Gotham, sometimes it was a suit-and-tie negotiation in another country, but it was all a blur to M1, until a mission in Biyalia, where M1 was dispatched to destroy a lab conducting similar research. It was here that he murdered innocent civilians and levelled an entire building. The incident stirred something in him, and once he was extracted, subject M1 began questioning things.

One month after that mission, Gotham experienced an earthquake. The city rumbled as if a meteor shower had rained down, but there was no sign of trouble beyond broken windows and disturbed cars. Far underground, though, the vast facilities of Project Avalon were reduced to rubble in a fit of rage. Subject M1, destroyed everything, and left no survivors. He went into hiding, and started calling himself Monolith as he spent the next two years using his strength for something more productive: Hurting the criminals he was sent after because they were criminals, and for no other reason. It took another two years for Oracle to find the veritable giant mid-fight, and offer him a place on a team.

Sample Post

Another cold night in Gotham. Nothing he wasn't used to.

Monolith stared down at the Venom transport operation from atop a skyscraper. Nothing more than street-level thugs shipping crates of that poison to other thugs and the occasional metahuman criminal. He almost felt disappointed, but then again, he felt disappointed every time he came across something like this. Looking around, Monolith couldn't see any of them acting overly aggressive. In fact, he couldn't even see anyone who stood out as an enforcer. They seemed to be running somewhat independently, which meant they were trying to strike out on their own, or their boss trusted them enough to handle it. The latter was least likely, but presented a greater risk that they'd be competent in a fight.

This high up, Monolith couldn't hear anything the criminals were saying, but he could tell by their body language that they were in a hurry. A small detail, but one that implied they had somewhere to be. He couldn't outrun a van, so the prospect of catching two birds with one stone had to be pursued the hard way. Monolith stepped towards the ledge, and dropped down, back into the city below. Gotham had been near dead-silent for hours, when a sound like an explosion woke up every sleeping citizen for miles. The ground shattered between the transport and their way out, scaring most of the thugs out of their skin, and knocking all of them off their feet. Crates of Venom were dropped, and spilled open. Monolith trudged forward, unbothered by the meteoric landing, and the ground beneath him quaked as he passed.

"Surrender, and I'll go easy on all of you."

But they didn't listen, they never did.

One of them pulled out a handgun, and fired several shots directly at Monolith's face. The bullets crumpled and fell down as if they had hit solid concrete. Monolith looked at the shooter with a mix of disappointment and thinning patience. A few of them broke and scattered like flies.

"I'll say it one more time. Surrender, and-"

"That won't be necessary."

A large, floating drone descended before him, hovering silently as a camera adjusted to look at him behind the motorcycle helmet he used to hide his face.

"You've been causing a lot of commotion lately. GCPD owes a lot of its criminals getting caught to you recently."

Monolith looked down at the drone, and back at the criminals trying to pile into the van. He lunged forward and slammed a shoulder into its engine, causing it to fold like a lawn chair. Oil and other fluids leaked out.

"Who are you?" He asked the drone.

"You can call me Oracle. I've been looking for you for a while now, Monolith. I need your help, we need your help."

The van started smoking. "We?"

"Me, and a few other like-minded individuals who have an edge like yours. I think you'll like them, but your... skills could help us take back this city. The drone can lead you to where we meet, if you're interested."

"Alright, I'll follow it. But if this is a trap, you'll regret it."

Oracle's drone led Monolith away from the scene, and the remaining thugs scattered just before the van exploded, destroying all the nearby venom patches in a fiery blaze that kept the city awake for a few hours.

Titans of Gotham

We ride at dawn fuckers

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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Time: 6pm
Location: Sorian Park
Interactions: @ReusableSword Roman, @Mole Prince Felix, @Conscripts John, @JJ Doe Fritz @Tpartywithzombi @Rodiak Zarai/Matthias @Lava Alckon Drake

By all accounts, no one seemed entirely bothered by Lyra's intrusion. This made it easier. She didn't dare leave while it was walking around. Certainly not when someone like Sadie was this close along with her family.

"Oh, well, it's a pleasure to meet them." She said, warmly."General Carris. A pleasure, gentlemen." Lyra addressed the boys present, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Violet. If they locked eyes, then surely she'd notice something off about Lyra, but that couldn't happen just yet. "I hope I'm not disrupting anything by being here, I just happened to be walking by and saw you. Since we parted ways earlier, I found myself in the throes of combat with a Shezadi. Layla, I think her name was. She had a temper, but I went easy on her." Lyra boasted without a care in the world. She certainly looked the type to duel others with the sword she wore so openly.

The enigmatic greeting of △△△ was not lost on her. Nor was that enrapturing familiarity. His face looked so much like theirs, enough that Lyra could remember that steely undertone in every word that echoed the halls. But why?

"Count." She greeted him, having heard Lord Ravenwood address him as "Count Fritz." It perplexed her enough to take her mind off of Violet for a moment, but if it really was true, then she couldn't have said it here. That would-

Lyra was snapped out of her thoughts when a stranger came by to hand Sadie a letter. She caught the red flush on her face, and leaned over to read it. And she couldn't help but grin.

"Oh, of course. He certainly has a way with words, doesn't he? But, they all find their way with words when they see a prize they want. Mind yourself around men like this, Sadie," Lyra said, "Men are rarely worth your hand in marriage, especially as a princess. So many men these day only want the status of a wealthy woman's name, and not the love in her heart. Most are more trouble than they're worth." She said this, knowing she was surrounded by multiple men. Most of which were royalty. But alas, Lyra's demeanor didn't seem to convey instigation. Perhaps she was just being honest?

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa, The Seagull
Interactions: Arlen, Amisra
Mentions: Ismael
Equipment: Sword, ring, and some amas.

The captain spent the next stretch of time minding his own business. The mates around him talking about money, swapping stories and drinking like mad. Drosis was content to tune then out and just enjoy his food. By the time Arlen and Amisra came by, he was about to leave and look for them.

”There you are. Yes, I need you for something. Both if need be.” He began, ”Ismael being human makes his presence here a problem. Moment the king finds out, he’ll have this place turned upside down. I need you to keep an ear open for what the king’s guards say. You hear anything about humans, or a human being here, you come and tell me. Warden Luumis’ll be informed soon as word gets out. And she’ll spread it to the rest of the world. Your job until we leave is to keep that information as it is- Undisclosed.”

”That means tailin’ guards that act unusual, and spying on them when they look like they’re reporting anything. I’ll leave it up to you how to deal with them if the secret gets out, but don’t let them go.”

Captain Morr leaned back in his seat. ”Are either of you up to that task?”